10

"what i hear,"
she says,
"is you considering everyone's feelings, trying to understand and meet everyone's desires,
except yours."

she'd never buy my bullshit, yet
i wonder what bright tale i've spun
where i don't play the vain and selfish prince.

"we've talked about this before."

she sighs, my therapist.
looks down, just for a beat.

she was behind this morning;
when she reached her desk, her hands went to her face,
she took a breath.

i asked her "how's your morning?"
i'd like to be the hero. the therapist's therapist.
she's never sighed before.

she said "this isn't my time.
this is your time."